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im442It is said that everything breathes, in its own way – even the universe itself. As humans, we can breathe on many levels. We can breathe on the level of our lower self, purely for oxygen, and we can breathe at the level of our higher self as a way to attune ourselves to the energies and cycles of the the whole of things. One is only in sync with the physical aspects of the planet, and the other can bring us into sync with the fullness of the breath of creation itself. One is limited in its possibilities, and the other is not. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

Jeane: The only other dream I remember, it’s like I was dreaming about the TV show “The Blacklist” with James Spader, and so it’s like his daughter and I are in one room and we want him to come, I don’t know whether it’s to help or whatever, but he’s in another room and he’s been tied up. He’s been captured and tied up, so he can’t come.

And it feels like anything else that happens in that dream has that same kind of energy, like we want something to be occurring but the person is not there, or they’re not available, or they’re bound up in some way.

John: Yeah, that’s adding more information to the situation, in that you have your identifications, and you sense your limitations. And, as you were telling that, I kept realizing one needs to say more about what that is in terms of the light; in other words, how is it that you breathe out light and then sweep that all back up again? How do you do that?

Well, this is done when you let go, and if, for example, you don’t have joy and you feel in pain by things, and you’re not able to touch life, you’re not able to be with the wholeness of things, in your out-breath you’re out-breath won’t be rejoicing. Your out-breath, as you’re breathing down, it won’t have an exhilaration quality to it.

This is what was behind teaching this, he was teaching this through a practice. He started off by going hah, hah, hah, and everybody laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing. And can you do that without it being forced? Can you actually literally let go to where everything is that kind of exhilaration, and joy, and exuding?

If you can, if you’re able to do that, that’s why laughter is so interesting because in the laughter is a letting go, and is something that propels, a true laughter, one that’s just a true belly laugh, propels into the outer a vibration of letting go. In other words, a laughter is a laughter because it takes and what it sees as a heaviness it is able to let go, and not let its mind get caught up in it. And it’s able to let go in a way so that the subtler aspects of the heart can see something, or are able to be subtle enough to see something so much more in terms of an overallness. And it has this tingle of laughter to it when it can do that.

You can’t laugh when you’re dead serious and you’re completely in your mind. There’s no laughter in that. You know, you can’t be distracted or anything because you’re all caught up then. But if you can just suddenly drop that, there is that laughter and that laughter effuses itself into the outer.

Now the reason why that heals things, laughter heals, is in that laughter there’s something kind of cosmic that happens in that the other person then breathes that in – and it relieves them. Do you see how big the breath is, the in-breath and the out-breath? They may start out as if they are individual lights, but they actually take in the wholeness of all that there is.

And so a person who is able to laugh and break the density, and the heaviness, of things, and it’s a genuine laugh, then it effuses into the atmosphere as another person in-breathes. It effuses into the atmosphere the breathing in of light. They breathe in a light and they can get it. They then are healed in a way in which they can let go of whatever the heaviness is that they had been carrying, only for a split second. I mean the laughter goes and then you’re back into breathing in the multiplicity of things that vie for attention, and you resort back to the fallback position of trying to grapple with that with your mind – and then your mind shuts off the heart.

That is why the training is generally a training towards working with the mind, to get the mind from grappling in its density. And then, when you do that, the process of doing that, the subtleness behind that, is the heart. You fall into the heart.

So that’s why you have all these breath practices, but nobody knows what they’re doing in the breath practice. Now the thing that is interesting is after the hah, hah, hah, then when he said okay, now without saying anything, feel that, inside yourself, as an out-breath. And you could feel that. You could feel yourself bringing down an expansive lightness, an auric light.

And then he said, okay, now breathe it back out, now breathe it in, and when you did that it’s exhilarating. And what you would find when you breathe like that is that you now are able to let go. That is what’s letting go, and what is it letting go of? It’s letting go of the mind, it’s stopping the mind.

And what are you experiencing? The essence of the soul, or the essence that is so subtle that it takes in the heart, and the heart takes in the world. Everything in the world is put in the heart. Only what is there in the world? There’s only this innerness which is this light.

In other words, the essence is this quality in which you bring something down which is everything, all that there is, in an out-breath. But if you don’t know that then how can you breathe it back in as light? And if you can do that, then there’s nothing ever going on. And then you go around able to have some experience, but you are having the experience with this quality of breath.

It’s the right breath. It’s the one breath. It’s the only breath. It’s the breath upon which everything is. It’s the one thing. You know, when Rumi makes his poems he talks about maybe there being 99 things that a person can do, and they can do all of those well. In other words, you can breathe down a certain momentous energy, and you can try to steer, and direct that in some sort of capacity, in a way that bicycles around in the myriad of things, maybe do 99 different things really, really well – but that’s not what you’re here to do.

What you’re here to do is to let go, to get into that breath, that quality, that condition that takes you to the emptiness. That’s what is meant behind those three words: Jalal, which is the masculine, which is the out-breath. Jamal, which is the feminine in-breath. Kamal is where you don’t need either one of them. They have come together as one, as a stillness, as an emptiness.

And to put that into words when that has happened, for there to be the emptiness or the stillness, that is because you’re only breathing light out, light in, inner coming into outer, and then that touches everything and gets swept right back up again. That’s how you’re supposed to breathe. You’re connected like that.

And so the key is to have all of it coming down, all of it going back, all of it coming down, all of it going back. And the out-breath and the in-breath come together as just a will of light, rolling in the light.

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231sAs we make our way on our journey, there is always a new and further point up ahead. And that’s okay, because what is important is to be on the path itself. And at each stop along the way we can get a glimpse of what awaits us, as we come to understand that what we thought we knew was just a partial view. In the fullness of time comes the fullness of the whole picture. But we are a long way from home, so we just keep putting one foot in front of the other as we cover new ground and refine our navigation skills. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

John: So, in the meditation dream, what I’m experiencing is to begin with deemed to be of little significance. I am told that the specifics are stepping stones on the path, and the experiences can seem sensational to the part of me that is ready to give up.

I realize that it is not possible from where I am at, at this time, to have any appreciation for what is yet to be. Again, I’m talking about a sense of something, aware that what’s going on in the outer has little significance, but I guess what I’m saying is, I haven’t quite bridged the divide to something else. And so, apparently, I must be having to have an appreciation for what is yet to be, without actually having the experience of it – because I do know that the outer isn’t where the significance is at, in terms of something that’s aspiring to come through.

So from what I have already experienced I can sense the experience to be part of a passing wind, in other words, again, of no significance, which means that what that is is out of reach to what is so much more.

It is about this time, that coming from the perspective of the higher self, I am able to shift my attention to being receptive to that which is to come. I mean, I’m receptive to it, but I don’t know what it is. That’s the meditation dream. Isn’t that interesting?

So the significance is, to denote this latent inner depth as yet to be humbles me in the here and now, in other words, because I know it’s there, even though I’m carrying on the way I’m carrying on. And then I notice that any plan to do this, it doesn’t get you anywhere. In other words, if you looked at your condition as dire, and had grief about it, you could have all the prayer and watching you want, but can this lead to the recognition?

And, yet, maybe it can. But it is not done in my dream this way, as I have a sense of so much more. In other words, I don’t have the grief. I’m able to do this outside of that. I just naturally have, instead of sitting there in some sort of helplessness, I have a sense of so much more already and do not need to be smashed to let go, which is what a type of grief does. Everything about you is smashed. Being receptive, being accepted, and being still is opening me up to an inner awakening process that knows no bounds.

And, of course, I portray then as the meaning here. What I am experiencing is a precursor and threshold to so much more, which is there for me to appreciate, pre the fact. In other words, it’s like a sense of it. I mean it’s like a hope. I hold out for it, so it’s like pre the fact, and when I yield to the sense that what I am going through now is barely the start of the awakening process, when I yield to that, then there is hope. In other words, there’s not despair, or there’s not grief, because that doesn’t help me any.

And if that’s an aspect of prayer, well, okay, but prayer has a distinct definition to it, too, so that can create a stigma in terms of it being something that is reaching for something outside of one’s self. That’s what prayer kind of tends to do, when everything is within, so in that regard it’s a bit of a deviation. And, as far as watching, I’m already aware of my plight, I just don’t have the other, the higher self, that I know is outside of that, I just don’t have that at my disposal.

Or, to put it another way, what I am talking about is portrayed in the image that I have slid down a banister, in other words, this is a house that has multiple levels, and it has this spiral staircase coming down, and I’ve slid down the banister from the upper level floors all the way to the ground floor. And, in doing so, come to realize to my surprise, how wonderful life is.

In other words, it’s almost like coming to the bottom is scary, and it’s like staying up above in some sort of expansive space, and so I had pushed off from that because I guess I felt that I needed to avoid the myriad of things, and that the ground floor was lesser in some capacity. And when I came down, I found it to be wonderful. Of course this image is not possible if plans unfold in terms of how to do this. Such plans will be in the way.

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the-sacredThe vulture was considered a sacred symbol in ancient Egypt, and other cultures, because, among all animals, it could ingest things in their most foul state and transform them into food. Or, said another way, the vulture is among the greatest cleaners of coarse energy, able to transform it into something higher, something that can give life. Because energetically, as a rule, the coarse destroys the fine. So when we see the vulture on the tomb of King Tut, we can infer that he had such a human development that he could clean coarser energies because of the energies that were with him. This is high development, but something we are all capable of – even in a simple act of kindness or compassion, for a start – and a capability that this world sorely needs. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

John: Now don’t lose track of what that dream did and, instead, ponder: is that dream any different than this dream, which his an entirely different storyline. And don’t let the bizarreness of the storyline cause you to cringe too much and miss it.

In the world, there is a coffee, that I’m able to drink, that is incredible. But this world suffered an earthquake, which changed things. Everyone still drinks the coffee as something that is needed, but they don’t know how to fully appreciate it because it’s contaminated.

For me to live in such a world, I have to knowingly let go and be part of an aspect in which this contamination exists, or endure this contamination because this is what is true for everyone in this world, but I also know better. Yet to be in this world, amidst the people here, I have to hold this space as something in this world, but not part of it. Not part of the contamination, per se; in other words, the two don’t necessarily twine in terms of some sort of balance. It’s not like that.

So I do that. I have the coffee, the pure, black, hot coffee that in this state is not contaminated, and can’t get diseased. And so, can I take this and be in the world, amidst the conditions that are here, and not lose the purity of this coffee?

So the way I do it is I have a way of pouring myself the pure coffee each morning, and then I am able to take and stick my spoon into a garbage can of common waste – of the collective society – and take a spoonful or or two of that and put it in the coffee. At first I would really cringe over having to do this, but seemed to be able to get away with it and not get sick, because deep down I could distinguish the purity of the coffee amidst the collective contamination that existed, and that the hot coffee was what made the difference because it could absorb and transform the contamination.

But little by little this exposure was breaking me down. I started reaching into the garbage for the coffee now, instead of it being poured somewhere else, and it wasn’t always as hot and fresh there. And then I would stick my spoon in and come up with waste from the garbage basket, but I still seemed to be getting by, at least maybe not noticing the degree to which that might be pulling me down. Because I was still in the world, but suddenly I knew that things were not meant to continue like that. The coffee has to be hot, and it has to be pure, and to take away the hotness takes away what is needed to absorb the dust that I am able to imbibe and transform.

So, to begin with, when I put my spoon in the garbage, I wasn’t sure just what would end up having to be mixed into the cup of coffee. That would be where the cringing would come in, but something about my focus and attention was such that when I was having, so to speak, a good run in the world, meaning able to be somewhere else, the spoonfuls that would come from the trash would like particles of dust and dirt. They wouldn’t be some untransformable rubbish.

Suddenly the day arrived, where when I reached into the garbage for my hot cup of coffee, what came up in my hand was not coffee but some other drink, and it was cold. It wasn’t hot. It was like a mocha; something too much had happened. It was different. I was suspecting that I may have been getting impressions and not getting coffee that was hot for quite some time now, but at least I was still getting coffee. But it was a coffee that, you might say, didn’t quite have what it took anymore. Yet I continued the practice of putting the dirt and the rest of the garbage by the spoonful into it – and gotten away with it – up until now.

But to now not have coffee, let alone it not being hot, in other words, not some little semblance left, but some other drink to put the dirt into, that shocked me. I had to stop. It meant that the ways of the world in terms of what was accessible from within had changed, that something had happened. I was shocked by what I saw and woke up from the dream.

Meaning: The inner and outer are possible in this loci, but to cope a person that is in this world, or is part of this world, in terms of the physical presences in this world, meaning that they as a physical presence they’re able to be with everyone else, must also be fully conscious of the true inner soul that is not affected by the density of things here.

This is something very difficult. It’s a really fine line in terms of holding that which is real in this place, while simultaneously being here amidst the dust and dirt of it all, and able to transform it, or to be able to not be affected by it which is the same thing as transforming it.

This dream is suggesting at the very end that such condition is shifting, quite how is not revealed other than to say the other drink that is not pure coffee, is cold, is something else. I’m not sure how that happened, nor am I sure that I can do anything about changing the ways, in some way, because something now is no longer being revealed.

The deeper meaning is that, in the world, there is a longing everywhere that I’m able to denote and this enables me to bear the heat and burden of the times. The heat and the longing are correlated. However, when the longing subsides, or goes into a combobulation, like a mixing, the effect is not the same. First it starts to cool, and the shift is subtle. And then when it is something entirely different, that’s when I realize the process has gotten lost, it’s gotten hidden and it’s lost the quality, the heat of something that’s the longing, too, and that the outer prevailing conditions have finally got to me.

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